They're not dating, silly. That's where our dinner lust landed Frank and I Friday evening after a few rounds of drinks at Herbsaint. I did not get hammered on Calvados before dinner. DID NOT!
Dinner at Antoinette's (the old Sugar Magnolia location on Magazine Street) was very good. Frank and I both started with the 'salad' of Creole Tomato layered with Mozzarella, a very nice takeoff on the classic Caprese Salad with an interesting local seasonal twist.
I have to admit that I was lusting for the braised Pork Belly as a starter but it was just too darn hot.
I followed the salad with the double cut Pork Chop, served with a shrimp stuffing, and a side of blanched Asparagus in a lemony vinagrette. Frank devoured the sauteed filet of Speckled Trout and his own side of Asparagus.
A problem is that while the business at Antoinette's has picked up a bit, it's still relatively slow. Because it's slow, the server's still don't have enough to do and are very visible and pro active. Too pro active for my taste. I'd prefer to have to attract someone's attention to being interruped every three or four minutes by anguished questions of the 'how IS everything?' sort. I believe that things at Antoinette's were so slow for so long that the staff and management are neurotic. I really hope their business picks up. The space is so darn attractive and the food is far better than Sugar Magnolia offered.
The wine list needs a kick in the pants also. Too many California's for a French restaurant.
We went next door to Sophia's for dessert. Their ice cream is pretty good but not absolutely top drawer, IMO. I've tasted weverything that seems interesting but I keep getting the Maraschino Cherry. Frank had the Cookie Dough flavor, I think. Someone there thinks its better not to make coffee. Unlike the song, that person left their brain in San Fransisco.
I don't know exactly why, but the ice cream at Sophia's, while far better than say Blue Bell or Baskin Robbins, just doesn't make me as happy as Brocato's or the Creole Creamery on Prytania.